Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-12-09

a hurry, and he ran around his tree
three times In search of his gun and
when he saw the Deacon and heard
him laugh, he went for him in way
that was amusing to see.
AT last the Captain returned with
the dogs and made another drive
Got up several deer which ran off to
Cache river, one of which was killed
before the dogs by a native hunter.
Another small buck came to Tom
Wadlington, who killed him hand
somely at two shots.
The camp is in better spirits to-
night and two fat deer are hanging
on the pole.
Drane, Burke and / remained in
camp to-day to fish, but one of Tai
mage's east winds prevailed and the
fish refused to bite.
Wednesday, November 16th-This
weather is delightful for camping.
Clear and warm in the day and cool
and starlit at night. Ifit would en-
ly rain we could kill plenty of deer,
but 1t is so dry the dogs cannot trail,
and the drivers have TO almost ride
over the deer to jump them up.
This morning up bright and early
and off for the woods. Deacon Nc
Comb took four Of us and went TO
the stands south of the lake and next
to Cache river, while Deacon Parrish
led the others to the stands of yester-
day, beyond the old telegraph road.
Deacon McComb and his men wero
too far of, and might as we'll have
been in camp. We rode down 10
Cache river, which is now a stream
of broad and ample bed, and little
water, and then we rested upon our
arms the balance of the day. On
| our right an immense cane brake was
OH fire, and the burning cane was
popping and exploding like the con-
tinuous musketry of battle.
Over on the telegraph road the
dogs brought small buck TO Bill
Cravens, who fired one shot too far
Off for damage, and caused him TO 90
to Tandy Wadlington, who killed
him at two shots.
That scared veteran and tireless
hunter, Capt. White, kept driving
the woods until dark had up several
deer but no one got a shot. One large
buck ran almost through in full sight
of our camp servant.
Hutchinson, of the Illinois camp,
killed small deer and John McGill |
a fine doe.
Men all tired tonight, but jubi.
liant.
Thursday, November live are
up and breakfast late this morning. |
Capt. White Is unwell and discipline |
is not in force. Deacon Parrish takes
the mon to the woods and we drive
the Cut of, get up two deer which |
ran contrary, took the lake far be-
yond the stands. After wandering
awhile through the woods, we come
to camp, having accomplished moth
ing.
Deacon Parrish is good leader,
but Capt. Whites place cannot be
filled. We sometimes rail at the
Captain and accuse him of having re-
duced silence to a science, but we all
appreciate him as man, and are
conscious of his superior woodcraft,
and recognize his skill as hunter.
The woods is burning, the air full of
smoke, and the heavens lurid from
burning cane brakes. |
We returned to Camp, prepared 10
condole with the Captain on his i'll
ness, and behold when we reached
camp there he sat by the side of
very pretty girl, cheerful beyond our
utmost hope. This southern maiden,
with her little escort, had visited our
camp on tour of observation, and
the men were carried away with ad- :
miration, and all swore they were
single, for the occasion.
A sad misfortune has befallen us
this morning, which resulted in the
death of two of our best dogs, Flash
and Rover, the favorite hounds of
Wash Wills. Some scoundrels cut
up fresh deer, scattered its remains,
poisoned with strychnine along our
road to and from camp, and the dogs
found and ate it, and died from its
effects in less than half an hour. The
man who vents his spleen against
the Master on the dumb brute who
does his bidding is inferior in all
true attributes of manhood to the
poor best he slays.
For five years Flash had followed
all our varying fortunes in Arkansas,
and was as swift and noble hound as
ever answered the horn, or with fly
ing feet dashed the glistening dew
drop from the morning neither. What
hunter ever heard his cry ringing
through the forest aisle, but knew
the coming deer was close at hand.
Poor Flash Your masters grief
when he saw your death agonies this
morning, and his heart overfowed in
tears-was scarcely greater than ours.
May your bones find peaceful sepul-
chre under the greensward ofthese
forests and your spirit
haunt the william who slew you.
Deacon McComb and Emmett Cau-
die went on prospecting tour be-
yond Surrounded Hill, ON the invita-
tion of Mr.. Turner, and when they
return bring such hattering reports
that we conclude to remove camp in
the morning.
Good bye, Fish Lake camp, and II
our parting Is forever, let it be with
the parting hope that the ropes which
hang your Williams may be stout and
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